miles ahead

By Sixthells

Released on August 18, 2023

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[Intro: Sixthells]

Almost dead

Wake up, get the bread

We don't give a fuck, we miles ahead

Tryna understand us, he too dumb, he lost

He follow trends, I don't give or take

Tryna tell me where the fucking snakes hide

Kill them then I get high


[Chorus: Sixthells]

Bitch, I'm almost dead

Wake up, get the bread

We don't give a fuck, we miles ahead

Tryna understand us, he too dumb, he lost

He follow trends, I don't givе or take

Tryna tell me whеre the fucking snakes hide

Kill them then I get high

Bitch, I'm almost dead

Wake up, get the bread

We don't give a fuck, we miles ahead

Tryna understand us, he too dumb, he lost

He follow trends, I don't give or take

Tryna tell me where the fucking snakes hide

Kill them then I get high

Bitch I'm almost—


[Verse 1: soap.]

Why y’all living by the wayside?

Risking everything, fine

I get up and get afficianado with the bass line

DDT the beat, defeat demons at the same time

DVD, the way we spin the block and leave the case wide open

Need to know is you with it or not

Won’t fuck with a bitch with no ambition, live with a ditch in my heart

It’s full of family and friends that never got time to be them

I said my goodbyes at a grave and now my drive come from them

Miles ahead


[Verse 2: Sixthells]

Up on the planet

The panic attack keep rising it through the roof

Get the fuck out of my face, I can tell you a goober

Fifty counting provolone, flip it, yeah, I double up

I'm cashing out to fuck around, I'm just in my lane, hoe

My bitch got a pretty face, always gonna stay low

I'm never leaving a trace

At the bottom of the lake, drop his body, drop his shell

They think I need some help tryna run away from Hell


[Chorus: Sixthells]

Bitch, I'm almost dead

Wake up, get the bread

We don't give a fuck, we miles ahead

Tryna understand us, he too dumb, he lost

He follow trends, I don't give or take

Tryna tell me where the fucking snakes hide

Kill them then I get high

Bitch, I'm almost dead

Wake up, get the bread

We don't give a fuck, we miles ahead

Tryna understand us, he too dumb, he lost

He follow trends, I don't give or take

Tryna tell me where the fucking snakes hide

Kill them then I get high

Bitch I'm almost—